Moonlit Rendezvous

“Yes you are. In fact, I bet you want desperately to piss and you want me to watch you and get off, don’t you?”

She stared at him, blinking for a few moments and then she slowly nodded.

“Take off your shorts.”

Slowly, almost as if in a trance, her hands moved for the button on her jean shorts. She undid the buttons, stood, and wiggled out of them, letting them fall to the cement patio while she kept her legs pressed together as best she could. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and, in response, my cock began to throb. She let the shorts drop onto the cement patio and sat down again, keeping her legs pressed together. I could just make out the top of her neatly trimmed pussy hair.

“Open your legs.”

She slowly obeyed and I got a full view of her pussy lips, the hair trimmed away except for the top patch that showed up when her legs were closed.

“Scoot forward and get your hips out so I can see your snatch.”

She started breathing harder now and looked hard past the camera for a few seconds, presumably at John, and I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse . . . she was clearly not wearing a bra . . . and her breathing intensified as she scooted her hips forward and spread her legs more. She ended in a partial semi-prone posture so she was partially reclining in the chair and offering for view her exposed pussy, which was clearly moist, the lips beginning to swell with blood.

“Do you have to piss?”

She swallowed hard, her eyes closed.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Touch your clit.”

Her hand, shaking slightly, reached for her exposed clit and she lightly ran a finger over it.

“You’re going to pee on camera and show me that you’re a piss slut. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she groaned.

She began to rub her clit more . . . which caused my erection to start pulsing in my pants. I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak into my boxers.

“I have to go now,” Stacey said, her voice quiet between her deep breathing.

“Piss for me.” I could hear John’s voice catch as the words came out.

Stacey kept her eyes shut but her fingers picked up speed over her clit for a few seconds and then she stopped and a trickle of pee began to ooze from her pussy lips and drop onto the cement below her chair. After a few seconds the trickle picked up force and a stream began to grow and arch away from her pussy until it was a full torrent of piss hissing out like it was alive as it poured from her body.

I stared transfixed and completely turned on as I watched Stacey moan slightly in mid-pee, her fingers pulling at the top of her pussy so that the stream moved a little back-and-forth. It looked like she was enjoying the release as her jaw went slack. It looked exactly like she was cumming as the piss continued to pour from her pussy. She kept that hard stream pulsing for what seemed like a full minute before the stream began to subside finally until it fell to a trickle and then vanished as quickly as it started. A huge puddle of piss sat before her. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times, and looked at the camera.

I almost came in my pants at that moment. I had never seen a girl pee like that, especially not so that her urine shot out like she was cumming, and I realized that my cock was as hard as steel and I wanted desperately to fuck this women in that chair and pump that pussy right after she peed.

I ran my hand down over my trousers and felt how hard I was. My breathing was coming in short gasps as I tried to regain my composure.

“Good, girl.” John said on camera. “You agree that you need more disciplining to make up for breaching the company policy, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Stacey answered. Right after her answer, John must have switched off the camera because the scene abruptly ended.

It immediately picked up again. This time the date and time stamp showed it was Saturday night at 11:32 p.m. The camera angle at first focused in tight on Stacey, who was standing and wearing her white suit, the same one she wore when I last spoke with her, but she did not have her jacket on, only the pants, blouse and high heels. The camera then panned back and showed that she was standing in the firm’s main conference room next to its large mahogany conference table. The table is big enough to sit thirty people.

Stacey looked at the camera, which panned back at her focusing the scene on her torso and face.

“Have you ever been in her before?” John asked off camera.

She looked around slowly and then faced the camera again. “of course,” she said.

“Have you ever pissed in here before?”

She laughed, an easy smile coming to her face and then a real chuckle before she stopped. “Of course not.”

“Have you thought about peeing in here before?”

“Not before today.”

“Do you have to pee?”

She rubbed her hand across her lower abdomen and smiled. “Very badly.”

“Get on the table.”

Stacey looked to her side and then put her hands on the large conference table. She pushed down against it and hoisted herself up onto the table until she was sitting on it. She then slowly got to her knees and then rose to her feet. She walked to the center of the table, her high heels clicking on the polished wood. At the center, she wheeled and faced the camera again.

She looked exactly as she did during working hours, except that she was standing on the conference table. Stacey tapped one feet for a few seconds, the click echoing off the mahogany.

“You want me to squirt on this table?” she asked.

“I want you to spray your piss all over this table and enjoy it.”

She smiled and then squatted down until her ass was just inches above the table.

“Oh, I am so going to enjoy this,” Stacey said quietly. She reached a hand down between her legs and began to rub her pussy through her slacks.

“I have to pee soooo bad,” she purred, looking down at her hand moving over her body. “I don’t think I can hold it at all and there’s no toilet in here.”

“Are you going to take off your pants?”

Stacey pouted for a second, still rubbing her pussy. “Do I have to?” she asked?

“No.”

“Good. I want to feel how hot and wet I can make myself.”

Her hand kept moving rhythmically over her pussy, with her ass just inches from the top of the polished mahogany.

“I hope I don’t make a mess,” she whispered, still watching her hand. “But, it will feel so good to relieve myself.”

My hand went down to my pants and I undid my belt. I undid my trousers and my hands went to my cock as I watched one of my paralegals rubbing her pussy on our conference table.

“I’m going to love the feeling of my hot pee against my body,” she whispered, still rubbing and watching her hand move rhythmically over her pussy.

She smiled and glanced up at the camera.

“This is so naughty,” she said. “The thought of pissing in here, on this table, and in my suit, it’s making me wet.”

She turned her gaze back towards her hand and moaned as she continued to rub.

“Here it comes,” Stacey whispered. She stopped rubbing her pussy but kept looking down and then I saw a little line of pee form on her work pants, staining them dark between her legs over her pussy, and it suddenly spread and shot spider veins of dark lines across the front of her trousers. A small trickle of pee gathered strength and started seeping from her trousers to fall and collect on the table.

“It’s soooo warm,” she breathed. “It’s lovely to feel it against my skin like this.”

And then she opened up and a gush started; the pee began to flow from her like a fountain and a huge stain spread across her white slacks. Stacey closed her eyes, moaning, and I watched mesmerized as a huge puddle of piss formed beneath her body as it splashed through her work pants. The puddle began to run in both directions and started trickling off the table onto the carpet.

I came at that moment, a huge glob of cum landing on my trousers as I watched Stacey spraying her hot piss through her suit onto the main conference table.

When she was finished, Stacey remained squatting for a few moments and then she pushed her hand across her pussy over her wet trousers.

“It feels so good to be this wet and warm,” she said. She rubbed her pussy through her wet pants before she stood up. The front of her pants had a huge dark wet stain across the crotch with random streaks angling down both legs and over her thighs. She turned her body so that the camera could catch her butt, which was also dark and stained with piss on both cheeks and some up her butt crack.

Stacey turned back towards the camera.

“How was that, sir?” she asked.

“Very good. Are you a pee slut?”

“I am, sir.”

“Are you going to do that again anywhere in this office without my permission?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take off your pants.”

Stacey unbuttoned her slacks without hesitation and peeled them off her body while standing on the table.

“How wet are your panties?”

Stacey ran her hand over his bikini panties, pushing the heel against her pussy lips.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” she moaned. “It’s so wet and still so warm.”

“Do you want me to use my tongue to clean you up, piss slut?”

Stacey’s mouth fell open and her hand started to rub even faster across her pussy.

“God, please,” she barely croaked out.

“Take off your panties.”

Stacey’s breathing became even harder as she pulled her soaked panties away from her body.

“Lie down, piss slut.”

Stacey went to the edge of the table and sat down on the edge, and then laid back, spreading her legs. She was prone on the conference table as she pulled her knees back lying next to the puddle of piss she had just sprayed.

“Oh, God,” Stacey moaned, as her hand went down between her legs.

And, with that, the screen suddenly went dark and the clip ended.

I stared at the screen for a few moments, breathing hard, trying to collect my thoughts and feeling my erection subside now that the show was over. I stood after a moment and got some tissue and started cleaning up, knowing I would have to go home and change my suit.

As I write this now, three weeks later, I know it’s a good thing I don’t work directly with Stacey or else I would probably have a hard time getting anything done. Moreover, I don’t want to jeopardize my marriage and I don’t see how I would not have wanted to fuck her or at least try to use my knowledge of what she liked to make her aroused. Since that Monday morning three weeks ago, I have stayed away from her, only once seeing her in passing in the hallway, and we both looked away from each other.

I’m pretty sure she has no idea that John gave me the CD or she might be even more embarrassed . . . or perhaps turned on . . . I just don’t know.

When I saw John again later that day, and during the rest of the week, I pretended not to have watched the video at all.

I’m sure John fucked Stacey over that weekend, how could he have not done so, especially on the conference table after he tongued her piss covered pussy. But, as of the date of writing this down, I haven’t yet found out for sure all of the details. I will soon when we go on our next conference to Vegas in a month . . . I’m sure then I’ll ask him how many times he fucked her and get the full version of events; John with some whiskey in him is prone to blab. Without a doubt, John will also know how turned on I am by women peeing. But, that doesn’t matter because it’s obvious John likes it, too.

I’m also going to find out if he’s made Stacey piss again in our offices, or anywhere else, for that matter. I’ll get the information soon enough, I’m sure.

In the interim, this episode suddenly made me a huge fan of girls who like to hold their urine, who enjoy pissing because it feels good, and who get aroused doing it.

Last week I brought this up for the first time with my wife. I was beginning to feel sheer desperation to experience something like this with a woman and she‘s the only girl for me. Her response shocked the hell out of me and, when I have some more time, I’ll get all of that down on paper, too.